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I have been expecting the article to appear for some time." They were all of them apparently afflicted with a curious combination of emotions. They were angry, and yet with the exception of Graveling there was beneath their anger some evidence of that curious respect for wealth prevalent amongst their order. They looked at Maraton with a new interest. "A millionaire!"
"I never joined your party, Mr. Dale," Maraton reminded him. "I have never joined any man's party. I am for the people." "And what about us?" Graveling demanded. "Aren't we for the people? Isn't that what we're in Parliament for? Isn't that why we are called Labour Members?" Maraton regarded the last speaker steadily. "Mr.
Perhaps we'd better let this be the end of our deliberations." Graveling rose slowly to his feet. His face was filled with evil things. He pointed to Maraton. "There's a word more to be spoken!" he exclaimed. "There's more behind this scheme of Maraton's than he's willing to have us understand! It looks to me and it sounds to me like a piece of dirty, underhand business.
In 1874 a large portion of the foundation, especially in the shallow water, was put in. 1875 and 1876 proved unfavorable and not much could be done, when the works were stopped. They were resumed in 1879, and the dam as also the slide successfully completed, with the exception of graveling of the dam in the fall of 1881.
"Keep your hands off that young lady," he ordered. "You'd like her to protect you, would you?" Graveling taunted. "Listen here. I'm not the sort of man to have my girl taken away and made another man's plaything. Is she going to stop here? Answer me quickly." "As long as she chooses," Maraton replied. "Then take that!" Graveling shouted. Maraton stepped lightly to one side.
"He's loyal they all are," Aaron cried. "Oh, you should hear him talk about Peter Dale and Graveling, and that lot! They're spread up north now, all of them, trying to kill the strike. And the men won't move anywhere. His own miners wouldn't listen to Dale. Mr. Foley sent him up to Newcastle in his motor-car.
I found, however, that circumstances here were in many respects different from anything I had imagined. You all know that I modified my plans. I decided to adopt a middle course." "A seat in Parliament," Graveling muttered, "and a place at the Prime Minister's dinner table." "For some reason or other," Maraton continued, unruffled, "my coming into Parliament seemed obnoxious to Mr.
"We're the wrong type of man," Graveling broke in sarcastically. "That's what he said. He was heard to say it to the Home Secretary. The wrong type of man he called us." Maraton suddenly changed his attitude. He was momentarily conscious of Julia listening, from her place in the background, to every word with strained attention.
Graveling," he said, "since you have mooted the question, I will admit that I do not consider you, as a body of men, entirely devoted to the cause of the people. You are each devoted to your own constituency.
It is not for you or for me to judge." Richard Graveling talked on, doing his cause harm with every word he uttered. Julia relapsed into silence; soon she did not even hear his words. They rode for some distance on an omnibus through the city, now shrouded and silent. At the corner of the street where she had her humble lodgings, he left her. "Well, I have had my say," he declared. "Think it over.
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